
Date of issue: 03.06.2013
Record label: Dark Entries
Song language: English
In Bed With Boys |
When I was small and arthritic in my crib, I knew Spaniards wanted sleep |
While Americans merely needed it. |
Now, on warm summer days, boys nip at my neck |
Their hands too sweaty to hold and their backs wetting the bed |
Boys in bed, boys on the bed, their heads roaring on pillows |
And their feet twitching in sleep |
I got boys who speak Latin in their dreams; |
boys whose faces land in books |
Who must be coaxed to the covers. |
I got European boys who like cold rooms |
And those that like the bushes. |
I got boys who think they’re famous |
And boys who call me «Sir.» |
Boys who are shaped like Z’s |
That snap straight when an avalanche of sun comes in the window |
And in winter, they’re rolled in sheets that unfurl in the morning and fill the |
room with skin |
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